A Special Memory

as usual, the text is mine and the image is ChatGPT-generated

Climax 1

“Why did you destroy my cake?” I said, trying to hold back my tears. My face was ashen, like a ghost’s.

Samy lowered his head and averted his gaze. He shuffled his feet nervously.

“I was… jealous,” he stuttered, his face turning a deep shade of red. “I wanted to hurt you.”

I drew a sharp breath. After the kindness I had shown him, his act of destroying my cake felt like a cruel slap in the face. I was caught in a dilemma. Should I forgive him or not?

Climax 2

Thud! The sound of the cake smashing into the ground stopped us in our tracks. Ny jaw dropped in disbelief.

How was I going to celebrate my birthday now that the cake was spoilt? My mind  spun wildly with a mix of shock and disappointment like clothes whirling around in a washing machine. I drew a sharp breath, trying to steady myself.